Groggy, Michelle Branch wakes up from her recliner, which is out in the street. Her rug and television have taken up a corner, causing a car to lean to its left in order to park.
In the park, she sits on a couch, playing her guitar with Santana. Numerous couples behind them are touching their significant other’s faces and gazing into their eyes.
Her television plays a cartoon of two birds sitting on a branch, kissing. Photos of her grandparents and parents are on her table. She passes between the cars and notices the couples kissing. She spots one in the backseat of the car and hears the woman’s moans.
Past each store, a couple is kissing by the window or standing by the street pole. She sits at a diner, holding her cup of coffee, watching the server make out with a customer, still holding the pot. Coffee trickles over the glass, onto the table and floods the floor. In the kitchen, the cook and another server make out as the eggs heat up.
She leaves the diner and continues to see more couples kissing.
Carlos Santana and Branch perform between two cars in the middle of the street. Golden confetti flies from the building above, raining upon the them and sticking to the cars.
She sits on the bus, where many couples make out.
Santana and Branch perform for the crowd during a festival.
Couples make out at the grocery store.
At night, she plays her guitar while sitting on her chair. She puts her guitar in its case and shuts off the television. She turns off her lamp and the couples break. They walk alone.
On a balmy, spring day, Michelle Branch wakes up outside in the middle of the street. It seems as though a spell was cast over the city since she went to sleep. Under the hazy glow of the sunlight, she walks down the street, seeing only men and women kissing one another. The city’s residents are in one continous embrace, full of passion.
However, there is little diversity in the city with hardly any interracial couples. Homosexuals don’t seem to exist. Considering its size, it’s doesn’t represent a fraction of its citizens. By not including the interracial or homosexual couples, it’s implicitly stating that they don’t belong.
Michelle Branch, though, can’t believe she is performing with Santana. She glances every so often to watch him play and meet his gaze. While he points his guitar towards her every so often, he prefers to play on his own.
Director: Paul Fedor Year: 2002
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